Yeah, you motherfuckers already know,
Mr. Criminal,
what the streets created,
let em know
I know they hate it,
but they still can't fade it
Bought a silver they classed
a gangrenated
What the streets created
Elevated to the top of this rap shit
Bout to fuck around and drop
another classic
Haters be getting their ass kicked,
rolled up and rolled out
Still on top like no doubt,
every concert sold out
Blue carpets rolled out
when HBG's all up in the scene
When 30 cars be rollin' deep,
that's us haters
Just duffin' to be my stucco
between the good and evil light
Still clutchin' the grease,
still lovin' the studio late at night
Bumpin' around, just puffin' the grease,
still droppin' the trash like
back to back
Smokin' the medical set,
trippin' and breakin' the stress
Lookin' at seven and kissin' all
up on the fuckin' mat
Southern killer, California,
the spot where I grew up at
Where homies get jumped into the bottles
and they throw up dead
Still these haters imitate it,
but they still can't fade it
Mr. Criminal Army,
I'm what these fuckin' streets created,
that's it
I'm what the streets,
what the streets created
I'm what the streets created,
what the streets created, that's it
I'm what the streets,
what the streets created
I'm what the streets created,
what the streets created, that's it
I'm what the streets,
what the streets created
I'm what the streets created,
what the streets created, that's it
I'm what the streets,
what the streets created
I'm what the streets created
It's all about that
Southside brown pride
flow it through my veins,
still give it up to all those mother
fuckers that can say the same
You know my name is Mr. Chris,
I spell it with a capital C
Remember that in 2001,
still give it up, my mentality
A brand new casualty,
the same but deeper stab for me
Still bringing them guys
a new, high power masterpiece
Still these haters cannot last with me
And if these vaulters run up,
they get down,
I'll quickly catch a tragedy
I know the reasons that
they mad at me
Because they're trying to grasp
their fucking breath
while I'm just chillin, laughing, G
They been clever, they gonna blast it, G
I'm posting up in Hawaii,
smoking on cushions,
sipping on daiquiris
All I do is laugh at these
wan nabe ACGs
Waitin' for the perfect time
to bring you vinyls to your knees
States that they don't represent
these Southern California streets
What the streets created,
that's the part motherfuckin' three
I'm what the streets,
what the streets created
I'm what the streets created,
what the streets created
That's it
I'm what the streets,
what the streets created
I'm what the streets created,
what the streets created
That's it
I'm what the streets,
what the streets created
I'm what the streets created,
what the streets created
That's it
I'm what the streets,
what the streets created
I'm what the streets created,
what the streets created
That's it
Mr. Criminal 
